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Friday, November 2, 2012

My Cover Reveal and release date !!

I'm so thrilled to share that I finally have a new cover and am now allowed to show it !!!

My release date has been scheduled for November 21st...just in time for Thanksgiving :)

Yay, my first book with Decadent Publishing !!!

Blurb:

Ally Kincaid returns to Freewill, Wyoming, to see her father
after a two year absence. Anticipating a quiet family reunion, she finds
herself butting heads with her father’s foreman instead. The man’s arrogance
and sexy drawl push all her buttons, making her wonder what he’s hiding beneath
his cowboy swagger.

Matt Gentry walked away from the past and shies from the
future. No ties means no one gets hurt…until the boss’s daughter, a hot,
green-eyed blonde, tempts him to break his own rules.

When tragedy strikes, will building tension and pride
destroy their growing attraction or show them the way home?

Excerpt:

“I need to buy that man an
answering machine.” Furious, Ally held the receiver away from her ear, eyes
closed as the phone on the other end rang continuously. “Come on, Daddy, where
are you?”

She was ready to hang up in
frustration when the receiver was picked up and then—by the sound of the loud
clanging on the other end—dropped.

“Circle K,” said the deep male
voice rather breathlessly.

“Where in the world were you?”

“Excuse me?” the husky voice asked.

Oh
crap, that’s definitely not Daddy. She’d been so surprised her call had
finally been answered, she hadn’t realized there was nothing familiar about the
voice at the end of the line “I’m sorry….” she cracked. Wow, where did that high-pitched squeak come from? “I’m sorry, who
is this?”

“This is the Circle K Ranch. Who’s
this?”

The man’s question held an impressive
sexy drawl. Definitely not a voice she’d ever heard in New York City, and one
she’d only be lucky enough to find in her dreams.

“I’d like to speak to Jesse
Kincaid, please.” She did a mental inventory of all the ranch hands but
couldn’t place the voice. And he obviously didn’t recognize hers either. Must
be somebody new her father had hired since the last time she’d been there.

“Sorry, ma’am, he’s not here. What
can I do for ya?”

“When will he be available,
please?”

“Now, ma’am, I don’t guess I’m at
liberty to say until I know exactly who it is I’m speaking at.”

God, men could be so arrogant. Why
did he need to know who was calling? A simple answer would suffice.

“Not that it’s any of your
business, but this is Ally Kincaid. Who exactly are you?”